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Dump Day: A Little Garbage History

Here’s an unusual item that’s part of just about everyone’s personal history if you’re 50 or older. Remember that long-ago weekly ritual, the trip to the dump with Dad? I’m talking about the 1960s, and maybe in some cases the 1970s. If you’re not old enough to look back that far, you’ll be amazed (appalled) at how trash, garbage, and another-man’s-treasures were disposed of by most folks. It was a part of small-town life that we can now be thankful has largely vanished. From a child’s perspective, the dump was a mysterious and somewhat scary place that you couldn’t wait to visit, and soon enough couldn’t wait to leave.

The pace of change is sometimes so gradual that we don’t notice the results until they become glaringly obvious. From those days decades ago, the improvements are now like comparing night and day. There’s no denying we’ve made great strides in disposing of what was once considered trash.

Our family always recycled whatever the waste company (in Clinton County) allowed, beginning way back when newsprint was the only possibility. Improvements continued, but the recent changes are remarkable.

It was twenty-six years ago when the county legislature accepted an engineering firm’s recommendations to “scrap trash incineration and begin a recycling program as soon as possible.” (Plattsburgh Press Republican, 5 Dec. 1988). There were widespread moans and groans and predictions of exorbitant costs for individuals. Having lived on several “back roads,” I can also recall the increase in people creating their own dump sites on remote roadways. Many still do it today.

I can also recall the derisive laughter aimed at do-gooders and former hippies who, while entering adulthood and raising families in the 1970s, were still trying to save the world by advocating recycling in many forms.

While this is by no means a perfect world or a perfect waste system, the difference in our own home today is amazing. Casella offers Zero-Sort Recycling. We once fit our weekly recyclables into a single small tub. Today we have two full-size containers: one for all recyclables mixed together, and one for trash. Some weeks, about 90% of our waste is recycled. In my lifetime, I never thought I’d see it happen.

Now, for you old-timers, or for those who want to laugh (and cringe) at how it was done way back when, here’s a peek into North Country communities during the 1950s and 1960s. I suspect it was the same elsewhere, but I sure hope not.

Saturday was Dump Day. Dad would announce he was going, and a battle ensued to see who could join him. Load the trunk, tie it shut, and get ready for adventure.

It was a man’s job, of course, and like the barbershop, the dump was a meeting place. Men visited while boys showed off their strength, flinging bags of garbage onto massive piles of stuff. The older boys could venture near the sections that were burning at the time. Disposal was mainly by fire, and only the more affluent villages had screens to help control flying embers and ashes. The garbage was simply set afire, with an attendant on hand to keep the flames under control.

There was much more going on, of course. If you didn’t know before your first trip, you soon discovered the meaning of “another-man’s-treasure” referenced above. At times it seemed like a flea market. “Hey, you’re throwing that away? Wait, I’ll take it!”

And there was always someone picking at items already tossed on the pile, trying to find something useful. Many families won’t want to admit it, but they routinely recycled shoes and lots of other things found while picking at the dump.

The biggest excitement for boys was the animals. At country dumps, sighting bears was always a possibility. At our village dump, we might see birds, raccoons, foxes … just about anything. But from my perspective back then, the biggest fascination was rats. They were just plain scary.

It was important to watch closely as Dad drove near the pile and swung the car around to back up―rats could be seen scurrying in all directions. The more experienced rodents didn’t bother fleeing until people began exiting the vehicles. At that point, it was best to make themselves scarce.

Why? Well, I never engaged in the practice, but the great allure for many teens was shooting the rats. They were considered dirty and therefore dangerous, so youngsters with BB-guns could take aim and fire at will. There were lots of rats, and lots of big ones. When the dump was closed, shooters would sneak in with handguns and small rifles for what they considered target practice. Unlike SNL’s Grumpy Old Man, I won’t say, “And we liked it!” That’s just how it was.

Looking back, it seems crazy, of course. Plastics, clothing, tires … just about anything was tossed on the pile and set afire. Kids and adults poked around the edges where the latest items had been tossed, while open fires burned and rats were easy to spot at any given moment.

It’s not perfect today, but yeah, we’ve come a long way. The monthly price is worth it.

About Lawrence P. Gooley

Lawrence Gooley has authored 19 books and more than 150 articles on the North Country’s past. He and his partner, Jill Jones, founded Bloated Toe Enterprises in 2004. Expanding their services in 2008, they have produced 69 titles to date, and are now offering web design. For information on book publishing, visit Bloated Toe Publishing.

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One thought on “Dump Day: A Little Garbage History”

Yes, you brought back memories I had fogotten for over 50 years. In Binghamton we had a dump and although none of us girls were allowed to go, my father always brought back “good” stuff – a bicyle that he repaied for us to ride and an old cast iron fire engine that he painted for the little ones to ride.

Then when I met my husband who lived in Lake Placid, they had the best dump in the world. We found so many antiques which we dragged back to Clay and I refinished and/or he repaired. They joined the other antiques in my house and I treasure them to this day.

But I know I should think of the negative side for both these dumps. The diseases we could have caught or the wild animals lurking around.